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The messages intended from those psycho-dramatic scenes may have been cryptic, but they made perfect sense. Even thought the alien beings appear to beat about the bush when delivering a message, this technique gets it across in the most impressionable way. “Psychodrama” as I am calling it might also be the future of communication as it is of virtual reality. For years we have used visual media to demonstrate and bring messages across this way and perhaps what I have witnessed shows an alien reflection of this. What I have seen seems to be a way of life much like telepathy and other bizarre communicative tactics. Rather than just telling me that I was getting into something too deep and to steer clear only to have me balk and defy, they showed me shock documentaries that would impress upon emotions as well as thoughts. By inducing a scene of a sickly man ranting in a strange language and another of an inaccessible realm, they had impressed upon me a deep message. It was like brainwashing but far more effective--your core self transformed into their way of thinking. “The ranting patient is what happens to those with too much knowledge--the ghostly scene within the earthly one is an example of where our world actually is.” That was at least how I interpreted it. “Try to trust us and we will make you better, happier.” Steer clear and find other interests and you won’t end up this way. These messages were better subliminal and that explains why I was made to forget the incident aboard the craft. As soon as I was returned to “terra firma”, a new mental outlook began in which I would treat these odd paranormal episodes with a pinch of salt. Life seemed to have picked up a great deal after that where I chose to study science rather than just dream about it. My interest in the paranormal remained, although I became quite blasé about any hints of personal involvement. A new no-nonsense and scientific outlook led me to form CES and then the saga with Gideon began. I was collected at an arranged location in an absurd car and driven to a gathering for an even more absurd ceremony. This was the final opening of a secret box where everything suspicious happening in my past was cryptically explained. The visitors of my life were to finally depart and the future seemed to have been left for whatever I wanted to make of it. The future part is what concerned me the most, because I really wondered what it meant for me now. I felt that these overlords had finally abandoned whatever project it was that had centred upon my life for so long. Their departure had seemed so final and it was like I was now expected to possess their wisdom and knowledge like the bird ready to fly the nest. They were 86